Did your hearing ever recover Mups?
At the age of 55 for me. I was diagnosed with throat cancer and the treatment really kicked the s**t out of me
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My story it pretty much like yours. I was carer for my mum as well as working full time and it really took it out of me.
Then Covid hit and I put on a lot of weight and missed the mental stimulation and company of going out to work. Then poor mum died and the grieving hit me, and, like you, having to sort out probate and clear her house
Then I was emergency hospitalised with an infected gall bladder and a failing kidney, right in the peak of Covid
And I’ve just had my gallbladder removed
Sorry for the massive whinge but it was just to say I understand exactly how you feel and I feel about 100!
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I had mine remove a couple of years ago, good thing my days of posing on the beach are long gone as my torso looks like I have several bullet wounds which did not heal well. 
Having turned 60 with all my bits still working, I still consider myself a spring chicken.
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.
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I agree…my inner child keeps telling me off for being so boring and responsible 
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Sorry to hear you have been in the same boat Maree. I looked after my Mum for 14 years after Dad died and towards the end of that time I was pushing her in a wheelchair with such an awful sore back that I didn’t think I could carry on but I did because I had to.
I can’t grieve properly for my Mum either because of a legal issue and probate is all frozen and may well be forever. All I get are massive solicitors bills.
This has all taken it’s toll on me and I just feel old, miserable and exhausted. I am not like this at all and over the years people have always said that nothing seems to phase me. I have lots of friends and I still socialise but it is becoming more of an effort.
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I bet it did! Hope you are doing OK now.
Was it keyhole? I tell people mine are stab wounds and I fought six of ‘em off single handed!! 
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I wish I was there to give you a big hug but have a virtual one 
You may not have realised but it could be the end of being a carer that has unsettled you too
All those years of putting someone else first, and all the time it took, suddenly stopped. It’s not unusual for ex carers to get depressed and feel useless. And very common, almost the norm, for us to get ill or hospitalised within the first six months of stopping being a carer. It’s like our body says, “right, notice me, it’s our turn”
Our probate etc has just gone through, that’s 21 months. Shouldn’t your solicitor wait and then charge their bills to the estate once probate is through? That’s what ours did.
As for grieving, I went on a short break down to Cornwall on my own to think about things. I walked on the shore, cried, remembered and slept. It did help a bit.
I am trying to snap out of it, like you, it’s not really in my nature to be like this. I really hope it’s not permanent for either of us 
Thank you kindly, Mags. I appreciate that.
I felt fine until all this Covid nightmare began. Yes, I had had knee problems for some years, but that didn’t make me feel old. However, soon after the first lockdown started, we had our neighbour knocking on our door asking if there was anything we needed - they are in their 50s, and I realised for the first time that they perceived us as ‘old people’. It was quite sobering.
And then, like so many, I began to put on weight. I had been taking care of myself, eating sensibly, no cakes or biscuits, very little bread and so on. And then with the panic buying, I found myself ordering a 25lb sack of malted granary flour, and began making bread. Well that’s when the rot set in! It was such lovely bread and I just kept eating it. And making cakes. It was a response to a subliminal feeling of “oh well we’ll all be dying from Covid soon”, so why bother taking care any more?
And of course, the media kept on and on about “the elderly” and “the vulnerable”, and I soon realised it was us they were talking about 
Covid has a lot to answer for 
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Deleted… as silly and not relevant!
Yes, I can relate this exactly Bruce. Having been a runner since God knows when, I was beginning to struggle on distances that I would do before going to work, even running the seven miles to work and standing at a machine for 8 or 9 hours a day was no problem.
I was feeling quite smug and proud to be still managing those distances as I turned seventy in 2020. It was soon after my seventieth birthday that things were taking a turn for the worse, and although I managed to keep going until March 2021 it all ground to a halt with an attack of gout.
After a few weeks rest from running, I made my comeback and it was impossible to even run one mile without stopping. Anyway, after a series of tests and scans it became apparent that my running days were over, so after having pacemakers and medication prescribed I realised the impact that a failing heart can have on even the simplest things in life and not just running.
I still walk as often as I can, I even jog for short distances, perhaps a hundred yards or so, but turning seventy was definitely the point at which I realised that old age had caught up with me.
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Since when was that reason for not posting?
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Mr F, lt wasn’t relevant as some of the posts that preceded it and followed it, were serious.
I on the other hand do not care I will bung in comedy at every opportunity as my two posts in Brits urged to house Ukrainians thread will show.
If I can be telling jokes when I thought I was on my last legs with cancer then anything else is is pretty minor, so please be silly and irrelevant if only to amuse me. 
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When the cinema usher presumed I was paying senior price …I was only 59 at tge time too cheeky cow 
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When did I start feeling old? Straight after having stents installed in my descending aorta and iliac arteries. By the time I’d recovered from the operation I’d slowed down so much I couldn’t build my stamina back up.
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